I sewed a shirt.
A while ago, I bought two large cheap shirts at Walmart for the fabric.
On Saturday I cut them up and made them into a new shirt. First I took a self-portrait of me wearing one of the pre-modified shirts:
When the new shirt was finished, I took some even lamer self-timer photos of me wearing it. (There’s no better way to get flattering candid photos than to push a button and race to get in front of a camera. My camera’s maximum self-timer delay is 20 seconds. If I could set it for an hour, I wonder if I could forget it was there, lurking. The resulting images would still be candid, since I often stand around with my hands on my hips and a frozen smile on my face.)
The shirt has several problems, the main one being that I made it too loose-fitting. I’m oddly still happy with it, maybe because the sewing process went well, or maybe because it’s as comfortable as pajamas.
Mabel’s also very happy with one of the remnant shirt pieces.